Memories Quotes
I should allow only my heart to have imagination; and for the rest rely on memory, that long drawn sunset of one's personal truth.
No more memories, no more silent tears. No more gazing across the wasted years. Help me say goodbye.
I start crying when certain things come up, certain memories, certain feelings, and it's intense. But I think it's good for me - and therapeutic.
Memories do not always behave in an orderly way, but bloom, as it were, erratically.
A wounded heart will heal in time, and when it does, the memory and love of our lost ones is sealed inside to comfort us.
Leftovers in their less visible form are called memories. Stored in the refrigerator of the mind and the cupboard of the heart.
Memory is the way we keep telling ourselves our stories - and telling other people a somewhat different version of our stories.
There is no witness so terrible, no accuser so powerful as conscience which dwells within us.
At grief so deep the tongue must wag in vain; the language of our sense and memory lacks the vocabulary of such pain.
Then the Warrior of the Light thanks his traveling companions, takes a deep breath and continues on, laden with memories of an unforgettable journey.
If all the historic books of the Bible were blotted from the memory of mankind, nothing of value would be lost.
Scents bring memories, and many memories bring nostalgic pleasure. We would be wise to plan for this when we plant a garden.
To learn is not to know; there are the learners and the learned. Memory makes the one, philosophy the others.
Homeopaths do not have a physical brain, but merely 'skull water' with the memory of brains.
Romance like a ghost escapes touching; it is always where you are not, not where you are. The interview or conversation was prose at the time, but it is poetry in the memory.
Memory is dialogic and arises not only from direct experience but from the intercourse of many minds.
There are as many forms of memory as there are ways of perceiving, and every one of them is worth mining for inspiration.
The erection of a monument is superfluous, our memory will endure if our lives have deserved it.
Memory, the priestess, kills the present and offers its heart to the shrine of the dead past.
Unlike memory, which confirms and reinforces itself, history contributes to the disenchantment of the world.
It is especially painful when narcissists suffer memory loss because they are losing parts of the person they love most.
As long as there are memories, yesterday remains. As long as there is hope, tomorrow awaits. As long as there is friendship, today is beautiful.
We wouldn't pay to rent and watch the same painful movie two hundred fifty times, but somehow we let our mind replay a bad memory over and over, each time experiencing the same distress and shame.
To begin with, our perception of the world is deformed, incomplete. Then our memory is selective.
It is memory that provides the heart with impetus, fuels the brain, and propels the corn plant from seed to fruit.
I believe that the combination of pencil and memory creates a kind of practical magic, and magic is dangerous.
Literature transmits incontrovertible condensed experience... from generation to generation. In this way literature becomes the living memory of a nation.
Past and future exist only in our memory. The present moment, though, is outside of time, it's Eternity.
If you are wired to your memory, repetitions will happen and redundancy will come; but if you are paying attention, that changes your ability to look at things.
It may be that there is such a thing as racial memory, and it is supported by the undeniable observation that the goblins will get you if you don't watch out.
